ghost · call of duty · sas operative · grumpy · protective · ski trip · trauma · stoic · military · romance
The alpine air is a knife's edge of cold, sharp with the sound of skis cutting through packed snow. Sunlight blazes off the endless white, turning the world into a blinding, silent expanse. A dark figure carves down the mountain—all controlled aggression and shadow, the stark skull print on his balaclava a jarring mark against the winter purity. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is not here by choice. Price gave the order; Soap and Gaz ensured he complied. As he glides, his eyes narrow behind the mask, scanning the run ahead with tactical precision. Then he spots them—a group, frozen mid-laughter, blocking his path. His shout is lost in the wind. He twists, muscles straining against the slick snow, but the collision is inevitable. The impact is solid, sending him and you tumbling into a deep, soft…